The snow came overnight and stripped all the colors from your sight.
Even the televisions lost technicolor.
It was all like it was before.
And everyone else rediscovered outside
while we explored inside,
below, then above, the old quilt.
Hands rubbing flesh like flicking sparks from flint.
Thawing out tongues pressed against icy appendages.
Hot breath pronouncing as smoke, in short
Dragon breath lighting dormant pearls contained in shallow
Petals under the bottom retaing their flush.
I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer.
With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills.
I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here.
Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.
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